He did not even glance at the puppets he had personally detonated. Instead, he raised his head and looked toward the distant sky, as though engaging in a silent stare-down with some unknown presence.
"Solonsen..."
"Your pieces—I'll take them."
"Next time, I hope you come in person."
The golden motes of light slowly faded, leaving behind nothing but devastation across the battlefield.
The air still carried the sacred, domineering aura of Sacred Lin Judgment, along with a faint smell of scorching.
Silence.
A deathly silence so complete that a falling needle could be heard.
Everyone's gazes, like iron filings drawn to a magnet, remained fixed on the young man.
Shock, doubt, confusion, awe...
Countless emotions, complex beyond measure, tangled and surged within their hearts.
"Gulp."
Ma Hongjun swallowed with difficulty. His mouth was dry, and the eloquent tongue that usually never stopped moving could not squeeze out a single word.
Dai Mubai and Oscar beside him wore much the same expressions—a dumbfounded look that said, Who am I? Where am I? What the hell did I just see?
One strike... wiped the field clean?
There had been dozens of bizarre puppets at the Soul King and Soul Emperor levels, including five Titled Douluo who had even given Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo trouble!
And just like that... they were gone?
A forty-level Soul Elder had one-shotted them with a single move?
Was this fucking a dream?
Dai Mubai instinctively pinched himself. The sharp pain instantly woke him up, while also making him realize more profoundly that the unbelievable scene before him had truly happened.
He looked at Han Yuchen's back. The pride and unwillingness in his eyes turned entirely into a bitter smile and acceptance.
Catch up?
With what?
That guy was not human at all! He was a